The Theatre Mishaps Ch. 03

The Theatre Mishaps

Chapter Three

"No way, Mr. Webb. I can't do this play. I've never even acted before!" Ursula couldn't believe she was being asked. Not just to get naked, but to actually appear on stage in the first place. Ursula was an introvert and being behind the lights, not in them, was where she belonged.

"But you've seen the play again and again! You know every line. You can do this. You have to. Even though this is a rehearsal, we have a paying audience out there!"

It was true. Theatres long ago discovered they could increase revenue by offering tickets for the public to watch dress rehearsals. Sometimes, the director would stop the show and have the cast redo scenes, though that was rare. It was an enjoyable experience for the audience seeing how the work evolved, even if not witnessing polished performances.

It was another ten minutes of protesting when Ursula realized David wasn't asking. Either she filled in and helped with the production, or pack her bags.

"Fine! But the lighting is going to be totally screwed!" she screamed, not knowing what else to say. "It's going to be terrible and it's going to be your fault!"

She stormed off, back to the booth to finish running lights for the rest of the first matinee show, deeply troubled by what was in store for her. She assumed that Bob, the old geezer who worked in the booth next to her, would be pulling double-duty while she was on stage. She shuddered at the thought of Bob seeing her bare tits. He was the one who most often creeped her out, eyeing her breasts at every opportunity.

'This isn't fair,' thought Ursula.

Time seemed to pass too quickly for Ursula and just two hours later, she herself was on stage, well into the first half of the first act. She surprised herself at how well she recreated the performances of the women whom she'd watched these past weeks. To her surprise, she was able to deliver her lines adequately, never missing a beat. She even managed to mimic the inflections that Alice gave in her last performance. Ursula never realized she had such a gift for interpretation, or in this case, imitation.

The first ten minutes alone had been rather nerve-wrecking, though. The character wore a tight shirt and knee-length skirt. Schoolgirl attire, essentially. Somehow Ursula was able to ward off thoughts of people ogling her tits and concentrated on getting through the lines.

But now the time had come. As the crescendo of the first act was to begin, Ursula stood behind the curtain. The lights were all turned down. She had perhaps ten seconds to get undressed. Her mind told her not to do it, but another part of it said she had no choice. Without thinking it any further, she ripped off her shirt and dropped her skirt. She managed to unhook her bra and send it dropping to the floor just as the curtain rose. Her big breasts swayed with the rhythm of her movements and an audible gasp was heard from the audience as the spotlight shined upon her.

As she moved across the stage those pendulous orbs drew even more attention to themselves as they swayed with her every movement. It was doubtful anyone in the audience was paying any attention to the monologue. Ursula realized this and droned out the material as quickly as possible. It was perhaps the weakest delivery of her lines that night.

The male costar came running out on que and began jostling Ursula by the shoulders to and fro, to "wake her up" as written in the scene. He underestimated the heavy sway of her breasts, and the inertia from the weight of them sent him rolling off to the right of Ursula. She almost went crashing down on top of him. Her tits certainly bounced all over him in the process. The audience burst into laughter and Ursula couldn't help but stop and blush. The lights began to come up in the audience (again, as the script demanded) and the young actress could now see everyone from the stage. None of them made eye contact with her, instead they just gazed at her bare tits and the large puffy nipples that capped each one off. Ursula felt so ashamed and wanted to cover herself, but with her thin arms and small hands, she knew it would only look foolish. She so badly just wanted to get dressed!

Finally, the act came to end and Ursula rushed off the stage to the dressing room. Hoping to put something on as quickly as possible, she was shocked to find Cathy, the original lead actress who had quit, and David, the director, waiting for her.

"Ursula, we need to talk," said David, as she entered the room.

Frizzled by their unexpected company, Ursula paused, shook her head and said, "Uh... okay... I... um..."

"Cathy came back. Paul, the stagehand, somehow convinced her before she left the theatre. We want to put her in. In fact, we want to start the entire rehearsal over."

Ursula was overjoyed to hear the news and eager to get her clothes back on.

David continued, "I want to tell you, though. You were very, very good. I might even say some parts were amazing. The beginning was on par with Alice's incredible performance."

Ursula blushed from the compliment, almost as much from being naked in front of the two.

"That is great news," she finally managed to say, still apprehensive about being buck naked in front of them. "I honestly don't think I could do this again."

Cathy interjected. "You were terrific. I am so surprised this is your first time on stage."

Ursula blushed yet even more from the lovely compliments. She wasn't used to getting such sincere attention doted on her. Yet here she stood, completely naked in the small dressing room, within groping distance of both of them, blushing over their compliments rather than her current state of undress.

Ursula composed herself and took a deep breath. She was going to have to push through the two of them to get to her clothes. Before she could though, Cathy spoke again. "Tell me. What's it like? When you're up there completely undressed. Is it terrible?"

Ursula wanted to scream out, "Yes!!," but it dawned on her that it might frighten Cathy off again from committing to the part. She had already threatened to leave once. It was here that Ursula commanded her greatest performance of the night. Standing to attention, her face beaming, she smiled widely.

"Oh, Cathy. It was incredible. At first, I was so nervous, but as I played out that role, it hit me just as it is intended to, for the character of Jill that is. That liberating experience of seeing others as they really are, when they see you at your most vulnerable. It's dramatic, funny, sincere. It may not be the most comfortable scene, but it is the most rewarding. I imagine that for an artist such as yourself, it could define their career."

"My god, I hope the audience understands the depth of this script as well as you two do," retorted David. He grabbed Ursula by her shoulder facing her. Of course, her breasts being so huge, his arms touched her bare skin. Fortunately, he was wearing long sleeves, thought Ursula.

"Dear girl, you gave an incredible performance. I could see you were nervous at the end there, but wow, you have no reason to be." He looked her up and down.

"Oh no, sir!" she retorted, standing up straighter, allowing them both to get a fantastic view of her tits. As much as it pained her to humiliate herself like this, she had to convince Cathy being naked was no bother. "I absolutely loved it. In fact, I wish I could be naked every day. It's so exhilarating!" She was laying it on thick, but unfortunately, to her detriment.

"Well, that settles it," said David. "You are absolutely allowed to stay naked while you work here. If it benefits you that much, ab-so-lutely!"

"Why, that's a wonderful idea," chimed in Cathy. She leaned over to Ursula, almost brushing up against her. "And thank you. You being naked really helps me. I am so nervous."

"Uh... uh... no, no. It wouldn't be right," said Ursula. "I should get dressed."

"You will do no such thing!" said David. "You get up to that booth. We need to start right away, anyway." He crossed his arms and waited for Ursula to leave. She couldn't believe she was going to have to go work the booth without a stitch of clothing on.

Then it hit her. Bob would be there. Staring at her tits. He already did that, even when she wore the most conservative of clothing. He was going to gawk at her large nipples and she felt so embarrassed at the thought. Realizing she was stuck with the reality of the situation, she huffed quietly and withdrew from the dressing room.

"That is so incredible of her," said Cathy. "I hope I get through this with her tenacity."

"You'll be fine. Now get ready, you got five minutes before we start," said David. He was thrilled Ursula would be naked all the time. Secretly, he had a big tit fetish.

"Don't say a word," said Ursula, closing the door behind her as she entered the light booth room. Bob's jaw stood agape, he could barely take in a breath.

"I mean it. And stop gawking! This is not my fault." Ursula attempted to cover her nipples, yet even open handed, she couldn't cover all of her areolas. They were huge, and fairly dark in color compared to the flesh of her breasts. "Fuck it!" she yelled, dropping her arms. "Take a good look then, but that's all you're ever going to get."

Bob was 55 years old and had worked the theatre for over two decades. He was known to be a bit of a pervert around the actresses and ever since Ursula had begun working there, he often made jokes of her large breasts.

"Should I get the forklift?" he would say, almost weekly, while staring at her boobs. Now here she stood completely naked in front of him. She knew Bob would not be a gentleman about it, and she was right. His tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth.

Finally, he came to his senses. "What is this all about?" he asked.

"I was trying to get out of playing the role, because I can't stand the thought of people seeing me naked. And somehow, someway I ended up agreeing to staying naked all the time. Oh my god, this doesn't make any sense! Why don't we have any clothes in here?"

If there had been a live studio audience, they would have rolled in laughter, thought Bob.

"Oh, that is rich. Well, look, I like the situation, but honey, I would never want you to be uncomfortable. Go get some clothes on."

Ursula was relieved. Maybe Bob was a gentleman, after all. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"I better stay out of sight for now, so Cathy won't change her mind," she said. "Can we just work without you gawking at me?"

"Uh... I... I will try," Bob finally said. Even so, he had difficulty removing his gaze from Ursula's bosom. It was amazing, he thought. Just then, sounds of the orchestra could be heard.

"Oh my god!" jumped Ursula. "The lights!" She rushed to her station and took her seat. It was about three feet in front of Bob's space. She knew he would get a healthy dose of sideboob for the entire evening, but at least she wouldn't be standing so vulnerably naked in front of him.

Bob spent the next 40 minutes missing his cues now and again from the distraction of watching the motion of Ursula's breasts as she performed her duties. From his angle, he saw plenty of areola, even her nipples when she bent over on occasion. She was everything he relished in a woman. Large breasts, thin waist, firm bottom, thin legs. Though at his age he often struggled to maintain erections, he had no problem tonight.

Ursula knew Bob was distracted and found herself getting more and more comfortable with the situation, regardless. So what if he got horny while she worked naked, she thought? So long as he kept to himself, it wasn't her problem. Ursula diligently performed her duties and focused her attention to the performance on stage.

Cathy was proving her worth, nailing every scene every bit as well as Alice Brooks had done, even better. Finally, it was time for the nude scene and Cathy had only a minute to strip herself.

'I can do this!' she said to herself, dropping her top and bra, allowing her C-cup breasts to gently bounce from the freedom of her bras. She dropped her skirt just as David came around the curtain.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Butterflies had never been so violent, she thought.

"I don't know," she said, just as the curtain began to rise. David gave her a gentle push and she stumbled onto the stage. She couldn't believe she was going through with this. Her nipples stood erect as her nerves took hold, and she slowly walked onto the dim stage, a spotlight tracking her paces.

She knew everyone was staring. And surprisingly, it began to arouse her. She felt a moistness between her legs. As hard as she tried to quell the feeling, it only rose as she stumbled through her monologue, managing the job fine, but inside her head, distracted.

Back in the booth, Ursula still questioned how she found herself in such a state, burdened to stay undressed at all times. She could feel Bob's glaze upon her, as she knew a healthy amount of her right breast was in clear view. She continued to do her best to dismiss it. 'Make the fucker suffer,' she thought, positioning her abundant flesh for a better view. With so much to work with, it only took a gentle push with her left hand and much of her nipple could be seen by Bob, even with his desk so far behind hers.

During the final nude monologue, Ursula found herself, as usual, having to stand up to maneuver the lights for the long sequence. She rose from her chair and planted her heels, bending over to grab the top handle with her left hand, and the side handle with her right. Her breasts hung and pressed against the large mechanical spotlight as she held the awkward position. Bob was clearly enjoying watching her perform her duties, as humiliating as they may be. He found himself getting a solid erection and even attempted to divert his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he caved to the spectacle.

Even though Ursula found Bob to be creepy, she couldn't help but begin to enjoy the attention. She knew it was having an effect on him and it began to be funny, humorous, to her. She wiggled her breasts a bit, before turning to focus her attention back to the stage. Cathy, on that stage, was beginning the crescendo of the scene. Much attention to detail in the lighting was needed.

It was then Ursula felt a cold hand grab her right nipple, squeezing it hard.

"I'm sorry," Bob whispered. "I just had to feel. Are these real?"

Ursula was stunned, but managed to hold onto the spotlight, almost missing her cue to track Cathy walking across the stage.

"Stop it!" she whispered back. "You're messing me up."

Bob squeezed harder and knelt down below Ursula's hanging breasts. He extended his tongue and brushed it against her rising nipple.

"Stop it, you pervert!" Ursula insisted, in a hushed voice, so they couldn't be heard outside the booth. She glanced down for just a moment to see Bob cupping her right breast, but knowing she had to keep her attention focused on the stage, she was helpless to swat him away. If she pushed Bob off her, it risked jolting the spotlight and blowing the scene on stage. She directed her attention back to the job at hand, even with Bob inappropriately touching her.

Make that sucking her. He firmly latched on to her right nipple, his mouth taking as much as it could in. A tingling wave rushed over Ursula, even in her disgust while he was abusing her, knowing she couldn't stop him at the moment, the touch aroused her.

On stage, Cathy found herself fighting off an orgasm, as she was so excited by the thought of everyone staring at her naked on stage. As the lights came on in the audience at the end of the scene, Cathy was all smiles as she could look the patrons in their eyes, seeing their lust for her.

She made her way off stage as the end of the first act began and walked confidently to the dressing room, taking her time, allowing the backstage hands to all get a good view of her tits and ass, the same as the audience had.

'I can't believe how much I love this,' she thought to herself. 'There must be something wrong with me.'

Upstairs in the lighting booth, Ursula finally shoved Bob off her breast the moment the lights in the audience came up. "What the hell do you think you are doing, Bob?" she demanded.

"I am so, so sorry. I just... I just couldn't help myself. Ursula, you are a goddess."

Although Ursula enjoyed the flattery, she had always been disgusted by Bob's blatant sexism and misogynistic ways. Yet here she stood, her tits staring him the face.

"I am putting all my clothes back on. You cannot behave this way."

"Oh, no, please don't! Wasn't it David who demanded this from you?"

"He didn't demand it. And he will not be happy you harassed me." Ursula crossed her arms, the action lifting her breasts up, making her even more appetizing to Bob.

Bob paused for a moment and finally said, quietly, "Ursula, you are right. I did not act appropriately. I do not know why I can be such a jackass. I promise it will not happen again. I have never properly respected you and that changes now. It's because you really are so beautiful. I am intimidated. Please accept my apology."

Ursula tapped her fingers and finally spoke. "Promise me you will never do that again."

"I promise," he responded, immediately.

"Fine. Now I am going to go talk to David. I still think it best I be required to wear clothes now."

Bob dropped his head, but said nothing, sulking back into his desk.

Moments later, Ursula found herself meeting Cathy just as she was entering the dressing room.

"I can see why you liked it so much!" whispered Cathy, rushing to Ursula. "Thank you so much for giving me the courage to do this."

Ursula was shocked by the reaction Cathy had of performing naked. Ursula still wished she could get dressed.

"Look, Cathy. I... uh... I fibbed. I just told you that I liked being naked so that you would go on. I can't stand being this way."

Cathy gasped. "My gosh, why? You are amazing! Beautiful! Look at you!"

David approached right behind them, "I caught that, Ursula. Thank you for helping to give Cathy the boost she needed. Quite a sacrifice."

Ursula turned to David and he received a perfect view of her naked body, which she made no attempt to hide. She was getting used to her state of undress, whether she liked it or not.

"It was actually me just being selfish about the matter. I would like to put my clothes back on, please."

"Really?" inquired Cathy. "I must admit, I actually loved it! So much! I was so hoping to have another workmate prancing naked around the workplace with me. Now I am going to look a bit foolish doing it alone, right?"

"What do you mean?" asked Ursula.

"I mean, I like David's idea. Allowing us to work naked. I enjoy it. Am I bad for that?"

"Well, no, of course not," said Ursula.

"Ursula," David interjected. "I really think you don't understand how beautiful you are. It is up to you to get dressed, if you wish."

Ursula was about to thank him when Cathy said, "Ursula, will you please reconsider?"

Ursula noted that while Cathy was arguing against her getting dressed, she was failing to get dressed herself. The second act would begin in four minutes and there were no more nude scenes.

"Well, you should be getting dressed, too. The second act starts soon." Ursula hoped her words would guilt the others into letting her get dressed.

"I do not intend to get dressed for the next act," said Cathy.

This caught Ursula for a loop. "Well, won't that... not make sense?"

"Hmm," interjected David. "You know, I think it will work beautifully, actually. The audience even may question the reality of the character, putting an interesting twist to it. I'll run it by Darnell."

"It's settled then," said Cathy. "I'll go find my place." She dashed out of the room leaving Ursula standing fully exposed, alone, with David eyeing her.